Stalking His Darkness
My desire for him engulfed me like a raging fire, longing for him to take me, claiming me as his
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I saw him at the end of the bar as I walked in. There was an air of darkness about him. I have always been attracted to bad boys, and it’s been a while since I’ve had any action.
Standing next to him at the bar, I ordered a beer. His dark energy made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. I tried to get his attention. He wouldn’t look at me, but he did give me the side eye as I took my beer and sat at the table behind him.
Not able to keep my eyes or mind off him, I stared, stalking him, longing to touch his darkness. The thought of his touch sent tingles through my core.
He was so sexy in his old blue jeans and sleeveless black t-shirt. His dark complexion and jet-black hair.
Standing up from the bar, he passed my table, and our eyes met. I swear they glowed.
What in the hell is he?
I watched as he stepped down the hall. Turning into the restrooms, he glanced my way. His glowing eyes looked straight through me, calling to my soul.
Sitting on the edge of my seat, I waited for him. My hands sweat, my chest starts to heave.
He strolls to the jukebox, the song Sleepwalk starts to play. Standing in the middle of the dance floor, he holds his hand out to me. My legs shaking, I go to him.
Taking my hand, he pulls me to him. My breasts smashed against his muscular chest, his arms wrapped around me tight as we slowly danced in the middle of the bar.
Looking around, I thought all eyes would be on us, but nobody seemed to notice. He jerked me harder against him.
“Attention only on me,” he grumbled in a deep voice. Chills ran down my spine as his voice rang in my ears. A fear of mortal danger enveloped me, but the thrill of his touch, his body against mine, was too much to let go of.
Spinning me around, his hands grasped my waist. Electricity shot through me as his energy pulsed within me. Nuzzling my neck, he inhaled my scent and growled in my ear. My desire for him engulfed me like a raging fire, longing for him to take me, claiming me as his.
He kissed my neck, his hands roaming over my body. Making my pussy tingle, my juices flowed, soaking my panties and running down my thighs.
Rushing me into the restroom, he bent me over the sink. Ripping my panties off, he ran his fur-covered hand between my legs. Slipping his long fingers through my slit. His fingertip swirling around my swollen clit. The pain of his sharp nails digging into my flesh ignited my orgasm.
Moaning from the pleasure. My body shuddered, and my legs shook. I looked through the mirror, he stared back at me in werewolf form. I have never been so turned on in my life.
My orgasm was still coming in waves as he circled my clit. He sank his sharp teeth into my neck, warm blood running down, soaking my shirt. The sharp pain, mixed with the ecstasy of my ongoing orgasms, made my head spin. My body melted against his, and he laid me gently on the floor.
“I’ll be back to claim you as my bride,” he said. His deep, raspy voice echoed in my ear. I opened my eyes, and he was gone. Cleaning myself up and wiping the blood from my neck, I went home. My mind and body ached for him, longing for his return. Suffering for days, jumping at every sound I heard. Needing him to claim me, for us to become one
To be continued…
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